Gone, it's a conchord dawn
Lights up the skies so full of surprises
Light as a feather thief
Two hands-one clap beneath
Pastels and washed out waters
Paints of mankinds daughters
A fist full of sunset
And a pocket full of sky.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Counselling is a Lie
Counselling is a lie You cannot hold space. Space is breathed Moved in Inhabited Moved within Space is sized Larger, smaller Sometimes too ...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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